Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Virgo , by - Rejjie Snow. Release date: 09.08.2017
Song language: English
Virgo |
| My virgo shorty wildin' out |
| My grandma love my rappin', she’s just so so proud |
| My hood is on my shoulders, but I don’t know how |
| My homies smokin' loud and they hold me down |
| My sister’s got a baby and she’s on the way |
| I hope she calls her 'Beyoncé' or 'Chardonnay' |
| My mom be Google searching me like every day |
| Like Rejjie, hope you crash that stage and make me say (say) |
| Oooo-oo-oh |
| This that fucking shit |
| Play us 'round your mama and your baby brother shit |
| When you shower right before you out in pub-uh-lic |
| Singin' way too loud at the neighbors, yeah |
| We keep our heads way up in the clouds |
| Them haters talk, tell 'em, «pipe it down» |
| They’ll show us love when we come around |
| When we come around, cause we hold it down |
| Red-eye same flight, but on another plane |
| Might be tonight, but I’ll be back again |
| Tell my family I got somewhere to be |
| Somewhere over seas |
| Tell them sing for me |
| Catch that fade so I play the game |
| Rain, rain, rain, rain go away |
| Tears fell down my golden face |
| Love you now I’ll roll away |
| Catch a fade, Kickback bars with a frozen chain |
| Ice on me like a older man |
| Woah, woah, woah, woah Peter Slant |
| Y’all know who that be the team |
| A rap saint, I must proclaim |
| You doubt that you must be lame |
| Hit a dollar off a dream fuck loose change |
| They can’t afford my movin' |
| Put a middle finger up with that new sayin' |
| He still gang bangin' on parole |
| Six foot, Six side, 94' |
| Free lunch I make cracker blow |
| Christmas time there was gifts and dope |
| 9 times 10, ten out your soul |
| Popeye’s strong with the spinach cold |
| Home cooked meal, my granny’s home |
| Baby girl, baby girl bag a bone |
| This that old shit -- Babylon |
| Grown ass kid with a condom on |
| Oooo-oo-oh |
| This that fucking shit |
| Play us 'round your mama and your baby brother shit |
| When you shower right before you out in pub-uh-lic |
| Singin' way too loud at the neighbors, yeah |
| We keep our heads way up in the clouds |
| Them haters talk, tell 'em, «pipe it down» |
| They’ll show us love when we come around |
| When we come around, cause we hold it down |
| Red-eye same flight, but on another plane |
| Might be tonight, but I’ll be back again |
| Tell my family I got somewhere to be |
| Somewhere over seas |
| Tell them sing for me |
| Fine air what I’m breathin', altitude be peakin' |
| 30,000 when I’m speakin' |
| Cause you know I’m prolly chiefin' on that |
| Fine pine, but trust me it’s game time |
| I’m goin' get back on my shit |
| While they’re reaching for my uh (uh) |
| I can’t stop now because my head too high |
| We makin' noise and we can’t pipe it down |
| Turn up too loud but I can’t hear em now |
| Said I hear 'em now |
| Sayin' «hold it down» |
| We keep our heads way up in the clouds |
| Them haters talk, tell 'em, «pipe it down» |
| They’ll show us love when we come around |
| When we come around, cause we hold it down |
| Red-eye same flight, but on another plane |
| Might be tonight, but I’ll be back again |
| Tell my family I got somewhere to be |
| Somewhere over seas |
| Tell them sing for me |